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𝔰𝔦𝔤𝔦𝔩𝔰 // 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬. a selective  + mutuals exclusive /  private roleplaying blog for canon & original  muses in the world of asoiaf. drawing heavily from book lore with show inspiration, asoiaf era crossovers + other original characters are always welcome and encouraged ! mature  themes present. please read guidelines before interacting. minors & personals  dni. 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝  𝐛𝐲  𝐬𝐤𝐲𝐞 ...  she / they, 29.

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𝔰𝔦𝔤𝔦𝔩𝔰 // 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬. a selective  + mutuals exclusive /  private roleplaying blog for canon & original  muses in the world of asoiaf. drawing heavily from book lore with show inspiration, asoiaf era crossovers + other original characters are always welcome and encouraged ! mature  themes present. please read guidelines before interacting. minors & personals  dni. 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝  𝐛𝐲  𝐬𝐤𝐲𝐞 ...  she / they, 29.

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out on mobile while I do a quick grocery shop - I’m going to drop my new blog today ✨ fresh start and fk you tumblr ✌🏾

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due to tumblr blacklisting my primary blog, i will be relocating my sideblogs in the coming days. this blog was getting a revamp anyway, but its still a whole pain in my ass.

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hi my muses r feeling slutty, mutuals send memes while i make sensual gifsets on my sparty blog tyvm

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.... noooooooooooo ma'am. that'd be a no

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if anyone wants to peep at the muses ? lmk if the pages are okay?? idk (love me!!!!)

house targs reign: gannica grimm, lya baratheon, perianne moore, alys turnberry

roberts rebellion: tyla hill,

game of thrones: sym botley, jon snow, daenerys targaryen, torgha flint, sansa stark

neutral era: vida waters, regnarra drumm, esryia of lys

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in what world does someone crashing on your couch (due to extenuating circumstances that r valid) invite TWO PEOPLE OVER FOR DINNER out of blue at 8pm???????? you dont fkn live here idc if i kinda know them or if they dropped you OFF what the fuck

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if anyone wants to peep at the muses ? lmk if the pages are okay?? idk (love me!!!!)

house targs reign: gannica grimm, lya baratheon, perianne moore, alys turnberry

roberts rebellion: tyla hill,

game of thrones: sym botley, jon snow, daenerys targaryen, torgha flint, sansa stark

neutral era: vida waters, regnarra drumm, esryia of lys

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sliiiiiides new muse roster carrd page onto the dash

ps. i am remaking my aesthetic, i couldnt help it 🤷🏽‍♀️

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ps. i am remaking my aesthetic, i couldnt help it 🤷🏽‍♀️

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me just realising i already knew olivia cooke before hotd, she was fucking around w the occult in ou!!ja (2014) i will not write that word i dont speak these things into existence 🙅🏽‍♀️

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vida waters .. as 𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒; a goddess .. and personified spirit (daimona). ; STRIFE, discord, contention, and rivalry. portrayed as the spirit of 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔴𝔞𝔯 .. haunting the battlefield & delighting in human bloodshed.

ft. dorren mormont ( @foughtwcrs ) as ares.

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oh no i wanna redo my aesthetic 🫠

what do we think ???

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TOM HOBBS & HANNAH MANGAN-LAWRENCE as SEPPIUS & SEPPIA in SPARTACUS: VENGEANCE (2012) Episode 4: "Empty Hands"

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He is slightly surprised to her openly speak favourably of the arrangement. Perhaps  he  expected  her  to  be  bothered;  but  as  he  thinks  on  it  he  can't  pick  why...  her  goals  have  never  been  clear  to  him,  as  he's  often  seen  her  as  the  pawn  her  father  seemed  to  make  of  her.   It's  on  the  tip  of  his  tongue  to  remark  that  Otto  would  likely  marry  Viserys  if  it  assured  him  a  place  at  the  pinnacle;  but  he  withholds  his  snideness  and  instead  follows  her  with  violet  eyes  and  almost  perceives  the  levers  in  her  mind  turning.  Daemon  wonders  what  standards  she  believes  he  holds,  and  whether  or  not  they  align  with  the  truth.  As  the  reality  of  their  wedded  future  settles,  so  to  rises  his  curiosity  about  Alicent  Hightower.  "That  you  did,  I  was  pleased  when  you  accepted  my  request,  I  still  have  it  as  it  happens;  I  remember  your  expression  when  you  gifted  it  to  me.  As  for  my  niece,  I  am  sure  she  will  soon  find  her  shock  dissipating,"  likely  drowned  out  by  the  ceaseless  pining  worship  of  Ser  Criston.

He doesn't make to stop her; instead Daemon observes where Alicent is drawn to. His  books.  A  curated  collection,  with  little  dust  gathered  and  meticulously  displayed,  there  is  a  missing  spot  where  a  thin  book  is  missing  —  it  currently  lays  on  his  side  table.  Well  worn,  a  volume  of  poetry  and  epic  stanzas  of  Valyrian  folktales  that  he  thumbs  through  on  quiet  nights.  "I  do  hope  you  can  view  me  outside  of  the  boundaries  of  propriety,  Alicent–"  he  finds  he  enjoys  the  way  her  name  feels  on  his  tongue,  "—  and  if  any  of  my  books  are  of  interest  to  you,  you  may  borrow  it.  And,  forgive  me  for  saying  so,  but  I  find  your  initiative  quite  charming.  If  your  father  should  arrive,  would  you  like  me  to  invite  him  to  join  us?"  Both  a  gentle tease,  and  a  curious  question  in  one.  Daemon  finds  his  smile  turning  into  a  small  smirk,  amusement  playing  on  his  features  as  the  corners  of  her  lips  upturn;  her  soft  smile  is  warm  and  sweet.  Honeyed  wine  lips,  her  finds  himself  thinking  unbidden.  Though his mind partially wanders back to what she said about 'what is expected of her', he doesn't yet broach it; the expectations of a wife, a princes wife, and a lover were all different in his eyes. Which one had she been speaking of? Or had it simply a reference to his stagnant relationship with Lady Royce? Daemon  settles  himself  down  at  one  of  the  chairs,  easing  back  comfortably  as  he  enjoys  watching  her  for  a  moment,  yet  before  she  can  question  the  gaze  he  speaks  up  —  "you  are  quite  radiant  today,  Alicent.   Is  this  dress  new?"  he's  almost  certain  it  is,  as  Daemon  has  apparently  taken  far  more  interest  in  Alicent  that  he's  realised as his memory conjures up images of her collected from brief moments shared; lingering glances to candid moments.  "I'm  certain  I  haven't  seen  you  wear  it  at  court  before."

She   tries   not   to   look   away   under   the   scrutiny   of   his   gaze,   though   she   is   not   able   to   hide   the   blush   that   creeps   on   her   cheeks   under   it.   He   always   had   a   way   to   do   that,   does   he   not?   She   wonders   if   perhaps   with   time   she   won't   flush   anymore   under   his   gaze   but   only   time   will   tell.   Alicent   meant   to   make   a   declaration;   she   was   not   her   father,   and   she   was   not   Rhea   Royce,   she   would   not   be   put   aside   or   displease   him.   "He   wished   me   to   marry   the   King,   I   believe   he   is   displeased   with   me   too."   Should've   tried   harder,   perhaps,   he   would   say.   But   a   Prince   is   better,   is   it   not?   She   never   wanted   a   crown   beside   perhaps   proximity   to   it   to   remain   at   King's   Landing   or   close   to   Rhaenyra.   This   was   good   for   all   of   them   involved.   And   she   wonders   if   the   King   had   her   wed   Daemon   as   a   way   to   also   tie   Otto's   hands.   "Thank   you,   Your   Grace.   I   am   aware   that   you   have   certain.   .   .standards."   Was   that   the   proper   word?

  "I   know   what   is   expected   of   me."   As   a   wife,   as   a   bride.   As   a   Targaryen   bride   truly.   She   has   no   blood   of   the   dragon   in   her   but   she   dresses   the   part   at   least.   And   with   his   invitation,   she   enters   the   chambers,   eyes   following   the   servant,   and   flashing   on   a   smile   in   turn   as   he   makes   her   title   clear;   future   wife.   "On   our   marriage?   I   believe   Rhaenyra   was   taken   aback   by   it   but   I   find   myself   favouring   it.   I   did   gave   you   my   favor   once,   did   I   not?"   She   is   sure   he   asked   for   it   to   make   Otto   seethe   and   it   worked,   but   regardless,   she   had   given   it   with   intent   too.   She   looks   around,   perhaps   to   find   something   that   distinguish   his   room   from   those   of   the   King's.   The   King   has   a   model   scale   of   Valyria   but   Daemon's   seems   to   be   that   of   a   warrior;   mostly   empty,   always   ready   to   be   send   wherever   he   is   told   to,   so   her   feet   move   to   be   drawn   to   books   instead.   Valyrian   tales   and   poems.   The   detail   makes   her   smile.

  "Alicent,   if   you   wish.   If   we   are   to   be   wedded,   there   is   no   need   for   titles,   at   least   in   privacy,   is   there?   I   suppose   it   is   harder   for   me,   I   grew   up   watching   and   calling   your   title."   My   Prince.   Your   Grace.   Always   polite   and   proper.   He   is   to   be   just   Daemon   soon.   The   King   does   not   wish   for   either   to   back   down.   "None   of   them   are   aware   I'm   here,   I   imagine   that   servant   will   bring   food   as   soon   as   they   tell   my   father   or   your   brother   about   my   presence   here."   She   does   smile   into   it,   like   a   little   jest,   she   is   aware   it's   not   ideal   for   her   to   be   there.

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new spice blog for Those Threads. send memes ?